What the Hell? (a poem)

I genuinely know not what was in my head at 4am this morning when I wrote this….

Clubs, diamonds, heart and spades
How would you know if I have AIDS?
Temperamental temperature checks
Needing comfort, scared of sex
Back is itchy, eating figs
Going grey for guinea pigs
Waltzing wildly while in bed
Flightly figments in my head

Swimming pools awash with honey
Racist thugs awash with money
Grandad likes his boiled egg runny
Liverpudlians are funny
Autumn skies are bright and sunny
Rabid multicoloured bunny
Joke one-liners, often punny
Margot Robbie on the dunny

Inner monologue’s a bind
Bacon with a crispy rind
Death certificate unsigned
Toilet paper should be lined
Is Nirvana there to find?
Wait and watch and wend and wind
In the maelstrom of the mind
Subconscious swill can be unkind

RC 27-10-21